Love Coming from the Least Expected

The journalists’ incessant questions were getting on my nerves. As the crowd kept jostling about, someone hit my hand, and the thermos I was holding fell to the ground, spilling the content inside. The scent of caramelized pork ribs wafted across the air. Hey! That’s Christopher’s favorite!

“Can you give it a rest?” I looked up and glared at the journalist, but he wiped his hand calmly as if it wasn’t his fault Christopher’s lunch was spilled. “Ms. Tanner, everyone saw you kissing with Remington back at the art exhibition? Are you dumping Mr. Lane for him? As far as I know, Remington is engaged. You guys have seen his fiancée, haven’t you?”

an uproar, and the journalists started calling me names. They were using this interview as a pretext for their witch hunt.

cry, someone pulled me into his embrace, and a familiar warmth encased me. When

Christopher held me in his arms tightly,

be

ones asked, “Mr. Lane, are you really going to break up with Ms. Martin just for her? You know how much Ms. Martin loves

shouldn’t give up on a great woman like Ms. Martin just for a divorced woman. That’s really unfair for Ms. Martin.” A

the back of my hand to calm me down. And then he glared at the journalists. “I think you guys are getting something wrong. Yvonne and I are married. We’re a legal couple now, so stop asking any irrelevant questions. If I get divorced because of

the childish act. Put yourself in my shoes. If someone tells you to break up with the

reporters kept quiet for a while after that. A moment later, one of them said, “Mr. Lane, that’s not a fair comparison. Ms. Martin has dated

party again and you’re getting it! I

journalists coldly, and